There's a version of you in late mornings— In between breaths, when you're not performing. It's your accidental form, Getting a taste of the sun through the blinds. On your pale skin, not the mask; Not concerned that the two aren't alike. It's worth restarting If you are not you. If I laid out my costumes from the last five Halloweens, Then you'd never have to ask any questions about me. Still, I can't leave the house without my skin. It's what I got when I came here; It seems dumb to get buried in. It's worth restarting If you are not you.